I Am Knitting Myself a New Spine [draft]

In the warmth in the cold while the others grow old

I am knitting myself a new spine.

Cerberus

Clicks with curious lisps

As Hades projects his cool shine

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In the warmth in the cold where the shutters are bold

I am stitching my ribs up with twine

My mothers and mothers

And sisters and others

Rolled over to Zeus with their rings flashing gold

And begged that I stand for my crime.

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In my warmth in the cold where lovers sprout mold

Up my back I am marching a line

They’ve all gone away

Sent Dionysus to play

I sit him in a corner away from my work

To occupy himself with whine.

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In the frigid blue cold where my brothers were sold

I am knitting myself a new spine.